2008-Mar-31 - Faces
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Alicia Night Orchid
Copyright 2006 Alicia Night Orchid All Rights Reserved
Michael glimpsed her as he entered the elevator, before the crowd spun him around and forced him to stare at the closing doors. She was dressed demurely in a charcoal gray pinstripe suit, white blouse and low heels. He stood next to her, separated only by the width of the slender brief case she held in her hand. Her dark hair cascaded onto her shoulders and hid her profile, despite his best efforts to view her with his peripheral vision. When she exited on the 21st floor, he strained for another peek at her features—the wide-set eyes, the high cheek bones, the full lips, the strong jaw line.
He was still puzzling over her when he reached his cubicle on the 32nd floor. Did he know her from The Strand, where he ran every other morning? Maybe she lived on his street in Manhattan Beach or hung out at that bar he frequented, Hennessey’s? Could they have attended school together?
Throughout the day, he traded derivatives and took positions worth millions of dollars. Most of the time he liked his work. He was good at it, well paid. But some days it felt like any other job. Repetitive, boring.
Today, the minutes passed like eons, and into the long afternoon the woman’s face continued to haunt him.
When the market closed that afternoon, Marty and Ben wanted him to join them for a drink. But, by then, he had a plan. He declined their invitation and, instead, posted himself on the plaza outside his building. He had a good view of both the employee entrance and the Santa Monica Pier.
A large law firm—Wilkins and Sloan—occupied the entire 21st floor where she worked. He guessed her to be a lawyer and not merely an administrative assistant because she carried a brief case. He suspected that he was out ahead of her—the law firms were notorious for working their young associates long hours. If he was patient enough, she would eventually come through those doors. If he could only see her again, surely it would be enough to jog his memory.
An hour passed, maybe more. He loosened his tie and pretended to read the Wall Street Journal. Five o’clock rolled around and the office buildings along Santa Monica Boulevard and Wilshire emptied into the streets. The women in their smart-looking business attire and heels clicked past. He was late twenties, tall and slender, good-looking in a dark, brooding way. Now and then, he drew a glance or a smile. Now and then, he allowed his eyes to follow the roll and shift of a tight derrière. Behind him, the sun sunk lower, bathing the city in sepia tones as it reflected off the sea.
It was nearly 6:30 when his patience was rewarded. She strode through the doors, looking as crisp and together as she had nearly twelve hours earlier. He held his ground, thinking that he needed only a good, long look at her face. Then, just as she approached, she reached into the purse slung over a shoulder and withdrew her sunglasses. She was wearing them as she strode in front of him, no more than an arm’s length away. It was enough to throw him off, enough to make her seem only vaguely familiar.
Yet, he was more certain than ever that he’d seen this woman before, and seen her in an intimate way. But how could that be? He’d made love to nine women in his life, starting with Jodie Miller in high school and ending most recently with Samantha Howard. He remembered each of them distinctly. The acts he’d performed with them were etched into his brain like photographs and video clips. There was no way he could have been with this woman and not remember the circumstances.
He watched until she was out of sight—the narrow waist, the firm bottom, the muscular calves. But it wasn’t her body that called to him. It was her face. Where had he seen that face?
* * *
Marissa lived in a restored mansion in Beverly Hills with a man named Umberto who was a screenwriter for one of the major studios. She’d met him at a cocktail party where associates and partners of the law firm she worked for mingled with clients. She’d been attracted to his dark skin, black Latin eyes and macho style from the outset. He wore a pencil-thin mustache above his lip, a large diamond earring in his left ear and listed several film credits to his name.
He was known as Umberto, only Umberto.
The sun was nearly setting by the time she pulled the sleek gray Jaguar into the circular drive and entered the foyer through the large double doors. She placed her heavy briefcase on the floor and thumbed through the pile of mail left by the postman earlier in the day. Bills, invitations to parties and charitable events, correspondence from Umberto’s many friends, rarely anything for her. She had a sister in Atlanta, but they’d lost touch. She had friends from college and law school, but she’d drifted away.
She left the mail on the large, mahogany table Umberto had purchased from a man in Spain and sauntered down the hall to their bedroom. The large four-poster bed, the cathedral ceiling, the sliding glass doors that opened onto their garden greeted her.
She slipped out of her dress, her bra and panties. She paused for a moment to consider her reflection in the mirror over their dresser. She was slender as a reed, her legs long and lean, her belly flat. Her breasts were small, the size and shape of mangoes, the nipples brown and proud. Umberto preferred his women natural, so she was trimmed, but unshaven. The patch of hair that began below her navel and covered her sex was black and shiny as onyx. She grasped a bed post and swayed back and forth. Over her shoulder she could see her ass, hard and inviting as an autumn apple.
Umberto liked to take her like this—standing up, hanging onto the bedpost, legs spread wide, ass thrust out.
She slipped into a bathrobe and went into the kitchen. She made herself a Martini and carried it onto the deck. From here, they had a clear view of the city as it stretched to the ocean. She sipped her drink and watched the sun set into the haze and the sea. She placed her cell phone on the table and waited for Umberto’s call.
Umberto, Umberto. Just the sound of his name excited her.
* * *
The house was small. No more than 1,500 square feet, it had been a bargain at only $1.5 million. Michael was close enough to the ocean that he could hear the waves crashing on the beach at night, smell the surf when he awakened, see the dark backs of the dolphins feeding in the waters between the Manhattan Beach pier and the Hermosa pier while he prepared dinner.
For openers, he made a tuna tartar, flavored with soy, ginger and cilantro, served on a delicate round of seedless watermelon and topped with micro-greens purchased at the Santa Monica Boulevard Farmer’s Market. Next, he reduced tomato water with a clove of garlic, bits of onion and Habanera pepper. He intended to serve it chilled, gazpacho style, with fresh corn and cucumber. He filleted a wild-caught salmon, seasoned it with salt and pepper, then poached it in white wine, clam juice and shallots. While the salmon cooled, he combined a bunch of fresh tarragon and virgin olive oil in the blender, then strained the oil through cheesecloth. He placed the salmon atop a bed of quinoa and drizzled it with the tarragon oil.
Pleased with his efforts, he opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio, poured himself a glass and carried it onto his patio. He swirled the wine in the glass, sniffed and tasted, while waiting for Samantha to arrive. The last of the sun dropped into the sea and the lights of the city began to come up.
Samantha was a beautiful woman. A California blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a beachfront figure. In fact, he’d met her on the beach, both of them making small talk while breathy and pouring sweat following a hard fought volleyball match. A few days later, they had their first date—dinner at a French Bistro in Hermosa.
Afterwards, as he drove them home, she busied herself, kissing his neck and ears, searching deep inside her jeans. She brought forth fingers, redolent with her scent, sticky with her syrup, and titillated him with tastes of herself. When they reached his house, she pushed him against a wall, pressed her denimed pelvis against his thigh and humped him until she came, her breath like an explosion in his ear. His turn came when he bent over the arm of his sofa, her ass thrust in the air, and fucked her until they both screamed.
Nearly six months spanned the distance between then and now. Yet not much had changed. They played volleyball on the weekends and a couple of times a week he made dinner for her at his place. Afterwards, they had sex. Good sex. Neither of them asked the other for nor expected exclusivity. Both of them avoided talk about where this, whatever this was, might be headed. He’d never met her friends, nor her his. He had no idea what she did when she wasn’t with him. She never asked him about his time away from her.
He supposed it was strange, but it was the routine they’d fallen into.
The doorbell rang. Michael stood, crossed the lushly carpeted floor and opened the door. Another evening with Sam was about to begin.
* * *
“Marissa.” His voice was thick and raspy. He was calling from London where he was consulting on a shoot. It was morning there. He was still in bed. She liked him in the morning. She liked waking up in his arms, his furry chest against her back, his hardness pressed into the furrow of her ass.
“Oh, Umberto. I miss you.” He’d been gone two weeks.
“I miss you, too.” A pause, a rustling of sheets. “You were incredible.”
She bit her lower lip, took a sip of the Martini. “Did you like that?”
“What’s not to like.”
He’d told her about a website, www.beautifulagony.com. On the site, men and women posted video clips of their faces while they pleasured themselves to orgasm. He’d asked her to do it for him, so he could see her in his absence. The clip had been posted two days earlier.
She returned the Martini to the table and reached inside her robe with her free hand. She cupped her left breast in her palm and milked it absentmindedly. “I want you,” she told him across the miles.
“I want you, too,” a sudden urgency in his voice. “I loved it that you came twice in your “agony.”
She rolled her nipple between a thumb and forefinger. “The first time was so quick. I was so excited, knowing you’d see me. I needed more.”
“What were you thinking?” he asked her.
She allowed her hand to trail down her belly and opened her legs. The sun was gone and the air had turned cooler. “I was thinking of that time on Maui. We’d just come in from the beach.”
“You were in that black one-piece suit that fits your body like a second skin.” It was more of a statement than a question. She heard a breathiness in his voice and knew that he held his cock in his hand.
“We’d just come in from the beach and were slippery with oil and sweat. I could see the droplets on your chest hair. You kissed me and pulled the suit down to my waist.”
“Yes,” he said. “You were fantasizing about that during your agony?”
She used two fingers to open her labia. She was already wet. She dipped one finger inside and drew moisture. She painted circles around her clit. “Yes,” she strained to keep her voice even. “I was thinking about how you hadn’t shaved and your beard was rough on my skin and I liked that. I didn’t think I would, but I did. And you were nipping at my nipples and squeezing my breasts and I didn’t think I’d like that either, but I did. I liked the pain mixed with the pleasure. And that was my first come. In my agony video.”
“Oh, Marissa,” She could tell he was aroused, knew he was hard now. She’d seen him stroke himself before. She delighted in watching him thrust out his chin while he stroked off for her. “What else did you think about?” he asked.
Her clit was swollen and she was having a hard time sitting still, her hips rocked involuntarily in the chair. She brought her hand to her mouth and lubricated her fingers with saliva. She placed a forefinger on one side of her clit and an index finger on the other and began to rub, just as she had done while making her agony video. “I thought about the rest of it. What we did that day in Maui,” she told him. “I thought about how after you mauled my breasts you peeled off my suit and went down on me.”
“I love how you smell, how you taste.”
“You said I tasted like the sea.”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Oh, Umberto,” she sighed into the phone as the pace of her movements quickened. “I thought about how you tongue fucked me and sucked on my pussy lips, taking one and then the other into your mouth. I thought about how you sucked on my clit and fingered me until I screamed.”
“I love to suck your clit,” he was breathing harder and she could make out the slap of his hand against his hardness. “I love how you squirm on the bed when I eat you.”
“I’m squirming for you now,” she whispered. She inserted her fingers deep inside her cunt and ground the heel of her hand against her clit. “I thought about how you flipped me over and my ass was up in the air and my legs were falling off the bed and my face was buried in the covers. I thought about how you were so big and hard and how you pushed the head of your beautiful cock against my pussy.”
“I told you how bad I wanted to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, Umberto,” she said. “Fuck me good, baby.” She fingered herself, in and out, imagining it was his cock filling her, wetting her.
“I’m fucking you so good, Marissa, so good.”
The squishy sounds of her finger play filled the night air. Those same sounds had been audible on her agony tape. “I remember how full you made me feel,” she breathed into the phone. “I was just coming and coming and we were slippery and drippy and all of that. Your balls, oh Umberto, your beautiful furry balls were slapping against my thighs.”
“And just as I was about to shoot inside you, I wet my finger with your juices and slipped it inside your ass. I’m so close, baby.”
She withdrew her fingers from inside and worked her clit again, intent on finishing with him. “Oh, yes, I loved that. I thought about that while I was masturbating for you in front of the camera. Your cock in my pussy and your finger in my ass. Your hot breath in my ear. Umberto, I’m almost there.”
“Oh…”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Marissa.”
And then she was coming on her fingers, imagining his semen bathing her insides, imagining his finger probing her tight brown orifice.
“Oh, Marissa. I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too, Umberto,” she whispered, her voice like the susurration of the wind on a woman’s skirt. “I love you, too.”
* * *
Samantha changed out of her business attire and into khaki shorts and a white polo shirt. Michael served the appetizers upstairs on his roof. While they ate, she told him about someone she knew who was moving to the Napa Valley to produce organic olive oil—she wondered if she could do that, live close to the earth and raise olive trees. It didn’t seem very likely. She paused to tell him that the tuna was incredible, melting on her tongue like an exotic jelly from the sea. She sipped wine and rested a foot in Michael’s lap. He massaged it—the heel, the metatarsals, the space between her red-painted toes—before moving on to the next course.
They finished the Pinot Grigio over the gazpacho. Michael noticed how the Habanera made her dewy under the eyes and around the nose. He was thinking that he’d drink every drop of her sweat for a month.
“God, this is good,” she said.
The wild-caught Alaskan salmon was rich and fat as butter, the tarragon oil balancing its sweetness with just the right touch of bitterness. They moved on to the Pinot Noir. When she drank, her face acquired the color of the salmon. He leaned over, kissed her and slid a hand along the inside of her thigh.
She stood and took his plate, pausing to lean over him, her breasts brushing his shoulders. “I love the way you smell,” she said into his hair. “Like food and wine. I love it.”
“Not like a stuffy office crammed with computers?” He couldn’t remember if he’d ever told her what he did for a living, or if she’d ever asked. He thought she sold clothing, but he couldn’t swear to it.
“Why don’t you put on some music? I’ll take care of this.”
While she cued up Sinatra, he did a quick rinse of the dishes. When he entered the living room, he found her reclining on the sofa, tan legs tucked beneath her. She’d lit candles. After a glass or two of wine, she always wanted candles.
He sat down next to her and kissed her again. His tongue swirled in her mouth, teased across her teeth and lips. It had been days since they’d last been together and the want in him was strong.
“Let me help you with that.” He pulled the shirt from her shorts and lifted it over her head.
She was braless and her breasts fell loose. He lowered his lips to first one nipple, then the other. A moan escaped her.
“I l want you in my mouth,” she whispered.
“God, yes.”
She turned and slid off the sofa onto her knees. She positioned herself between his legs, unzipped him and removed his stiff cock from his trousers. "I want you for dessert,” she told him.
Michael dug his fingers into the sofa. He whispered her name. Samantha’s soft blonde hair fell across his lap. She looked up at him, his cock between her pink lips, her eyes sweet and slutty at the same time. He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed the back of her neck. She took him in all the way, down the back of her throat. Then, as she retreated, her lips tightened around the shaft. She tugged at him with rhythmic swallowing motions, all the time her tongue flicking at the head.
Her left hand cupped his balls, captured them in her palm, then liberated them. Capture and release. Again and again. She held his cock in her right hand and drew it across her lips and cheeks, smearing her face with saliva and pre-cum. She licked the shaft like a lollipop, before enveloping him inside her warm mouth. She bobbed up and down, her hand working in concert with her lips and tongue.
Suddenly, her mouth left him, her hand stopped pumping. He looked down. Samantha’s eyes squeezed shut. She bit her lower lip, the muscles in her neck strained. He knew that look. She was coming. Her face betrayed the spasms in her pussy. She moaned and shuddered before exhaling sweetly and laying her cheek on his thigh. “I just soaked my panties,” she said with a giggle.
“I know,” he said and ran his fingers through her hair. His cock stood at attention, twitching with a life of its own.
She looked up and smiled before taking him into her mouth again. She flicked at that most sensitive spot on the underside of his head while pumping his shaft furiously. He felt the pressure begin at the base of his cock. He felt the semen rise like white hot lava. He groaned, lifted his hips and was there and there and there, spurting sweet and salty and sticky down her throat, across her cheeks, onto her chin. Her hand continued to work, milking every drop from him, until suddenly she paused, and gasped out another climax of her own. Again, he watched the sweet agony play out across the landscape of her face, watched the flush that rose from her breasts, watched the pressure mount, then release, release, release.
Afterwards she lapped at his belly, his balls, his cock, cleaning him up like a cat lapping milk from a bowl.
* * *
After saying goodbye to Umberto, she finished the Martini. She pocketed the cell phone and went back inside the large, empty house.
Seated at the desk in Umberto’s office she logged onto the computer She typed in the web address, www.beautifulagony.com. She was still featured on the front page. Miss 360 something. The expression on her face was one of total bliss. Her black hair fanned out across the white sheets of her bed, her eyes opened wide to the world. She looked almost surprised, startled by her orgasm. But there had been no surprise. She’d touched herself and thought of Umberto. She’d touched herself, wet and slippery for all the world to enjoy and she’d come, not once, but twice.
But it had all been for Umberto. Her sweet man, Umberto. In her world, there was only her and Umberto.
* * *
Samantha claimed she had an early morning. Michael didn’t ask what for. It seemed awkward to start asking now. He walked her to the door, kissed her lightly and said he’d be in touch. She said she’d see him at the beach for volleyball.
After she left, he finished cleaning up in the kitchen, then carried the last of the Pinot Noir into the bedroom. He logged into a site he’d discovered recently—www.beautifulagony.com. He searched the faces on the first screen. Mostly women, women that looked like the women you saw in the laundry room, the coffee shop, the bookstore. Normal women. Except for whatever reason, they’d agreed to masturbate in front of a camera, and then show themselves to the world. Three to five minute clips captured their faces in various stages of ecstasy. Their shoulders and arm muscles worked, their bosoms heaved, their invisible hips slid to and fro. Sometimes you could hear the squishy sounds of their fingers in their pussies, or the buzz of a vibrator.
But the way they used their fingers or their vibrators remained hidden from sight, left to the imagination. You saw their faces, only their faces.
Michael selected one that looked vaguely familiar. A dark-haired woman who he felt he should know, but couldn’t place. He’d watched her “agony” once before and liked the way the woman in it came twice in the clip. She was beautiful and serene. Except when she came. Then she was anything but serene. Then she was passionate and wanton. He watched her and touched his cock through his under shorts. After that first come, she relaxed a moment before touching herself anew. You could see the muscles in her arm, working, working.
Her eyes were closed and he could only guess what fantasy she played out behind those eyes that excited her so. What lover lay with her, kissed her, caressed her, entered her?
He reached inside the fly of his boxers and began to stroke himself. Even after his encounter with Samantha earlier in the evening, he was hard. He pumped as the woman in the “agony” video fingered. He matched her stroke for stroke. When her second orgasm arrived, he sprayed his belly with seed.
When he looked at the screen again, the woman’s eyes were open wide. She looked as if she’d been surprised by the intensity of it. As she regained her composure, her face muscles relaxed, leaving her smile frozen onscreen for an instant before she faded out.
He sat for a while in the soft glow of the monitor light and finished his wine, before going into the bathroom to clean up.
On his way to bed, he paused naked before his dining room window and looked out to the sea. Far in the distance, he could make out the lights of ships passing in the night. He watched them for long minutes, considering their exotic destinations, their mysterious missions. The men and women on those ships lived life on the edge, exposed to the mercy of nature and the cranky mechanics of their vessels. When he was still in graduate school, he’d imagined that his life as a derivatives trader would be exciting—all that money, all that risk.
But compared to those sailors, his life seemed suddenly dull and boring, his little house close and stifling, his relationship with Samantha pointless. He hadn’t expected to end up here. He wondered how it could have happened.
His breath fogged the window. He placed his fingertips on the glass. He stood there the rest of the night, watching the ships pass and fade into the darkness. At dawn, he didn’t bother to dress for work.
Copyright 2005 Alicia Night Orchid All Rights Reserved
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2008-Mar-31 - Teacher??s Pet (Chapter 2)
Tags: F/f, BDSM, Romance, Toys Second chapter of a dominant professor and her student sharing a lesbian romance ? It had been three agonizing days since I last saw Professor Morgan. My heart pounded when she arrived in the classroom that day. A warm feeling of arousal filled my body and my senses when I saw her. She was my tall raven-haired goddess. I shuddered when her big brown eyes searched around the room and stopped on mine. She gave me an assuring wink and then began to pass back our essays.
more stories on Adult Blog DirectoryI watched her strut around the room with confidence. Her strong athletic legs carried her around the tables gracefully. She wore the cutest outfit consisting of a tight black skirt and tights, emphasizing her beautiful figure. I could not take my eyes off of her firm butt as she made her rounds. My chest rose and fell rapidly with the beating of my heart as she came to me last. She laid my graded essay in front of me and leaned her full sexy lips towards mine. ???Great job,??? she whispered. I sighed, I wished I could grab her and kiss her sweet face. I knew I could not, however. I flipped through my essay to the last page and saw that she game me a big fat A plus. I probably did not deserve the grade. She had circled my grade with a heart and an arrow. I darted my eyes around me to make sure nobody else saw her romantic gesture. I stared at it for awhile, my body tingled at her sweetness. I locked in a quick gaze with her, she smiled when she saw the flushed look on my face. I felt a warm wet feeling between my legs. Miss Morgan sat on the table in front of the class and crossed her long legs. I looked at the legs which were wrapped around my head just three nights ago. I recalled darting my tongue around her sensitive button and diving it in her velvety tunnel. She had stroked my hair while I gave her a shuddering orgasm. I glowed as she lectured the class. My eyes were drawn to firm breasts, lifted by her bra. She spoke confidentially , reminded me of her dominant ways in the bedroom. A lot of people liked her at the university, but I was the only one who was also her lover. I flipped the pages of my essay to the heart she drew for me again. I shuddered warmly, feeling very special. It took forever for the class to end, I was dying to talk to her. I sat in my chair uncomfortable, because my panties were well soaked and starting to itch me. I felt a void that I knew Miss Morgan could fill. I could only grit my teeth though, because another student was still in the room talking with Professor Morgan. The girl was complaining about her grade. My heart burned because someone dared question my lover. Miss Morgan could do no wrong in my mind. I got madder, wanting to jump up and tell the girl to leave. Thankfully, I didn’t for I knew it was important to keep our relationship a secret. I did not want to get Miss Morgan hurt or have people find out I was a having a lesbian relationship. I sighed happily when the girl finally left the classroom. I raced up to Emma, who was still sitting on the table. Her short haircut bounced slightly as she eyed my every step towards her. She stood up and walked towards the corner of the room, beckoning me with her finger. I followed her to a corner of the room that was concealed from the windows and doors, so no one could see us. We embraced, pressing our bodies together. I gasped as she pulled my head to hers. I put my arms around her neck and raced my tongue around in her sweet mouth. She sucked on my lips and squeezed me around my waist. My heart pounded against my chest as we shared several passionate kisses. We had to be careful to not get caught though. The forbidden nature of out love made it more exciting to me. We broke our embrace and I watched her gather her things up in that graceful manner I had become accustomed to see. I admired her thin muscular arms as they packed her things in her sleek handbag. I saw a dreamy, loving look in her deep brown eyes as she gazed at me. ???I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Kimberly,??? she said. Her voice had a dominant quality in it with a sweet subtle tone. My body shivered when she spoke to me. I felt a burning sensation in my nipples and my sex. Her body exuded sexuality as she put her handbag over her shoulder. ???I had a great time with,??? I moaned. ???I’m glad to hear that. Do you have time now? I thought you might like to come up to my office with me,??? she said, brushing my hair back delicately with her fingertips. ???Yeah, I don’t have any classes the rest of the day,??? I replied, walking with her to her office. I wasn’t going to say no to her, I felt very alive when I was with her. She could make me shudder just in the way she gazed at me or spoke to me in that dominant voice of hers. We locked ourselves in her office. I saw that she had cleaned it up considerably since I was last there. ???Sit down,??? she said sweetly as she pulled her comfy chair out for me. ???Thank you,??? I said, taking a seat as she stood behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. ???What’s your major, Kim???? She asked as her feminine hands pulled on my tense shoulder muscles. ???Journalism,??? I squeaked, sinking down in her chair. ???You should be a women’s studies major,??? she told me. It felt to me like she was trying to convert me to her lesbian lifestyle. It was not a long shot considering her power over me. She leaned over me and tilted my head back, pressing her fingers on my forehead. I kissed her warm mouth, planting my hand behind her head. Her arms slid down my chest as we made out, placing her hands over my breasts. She groped me tenderly as her tongue darting about in my mouth. I sighed, my panties were absolutely soaked from the stimulation. She felt me up, squeezing my tender breasts, and then kissed my forehead. I was heaving, I stood up and threw my arms around her neck. She was wearing a perfume that made me even hungrier for her. I nibbled on her ear as she rubbed my back. ???Oh Miss Morgan,??? I cried. She squeezed me when we heard a knock on the door. We both froze, my heart pounded like crazy. We held each other and tried to keep quiet. Miss Morgan lifted my shirt and put her hand on my tummy though. I gasped quietly as she pressed down firmly on my stomach. I felt a warmth growing rapidly within me. I looked up at her, begging her to stop. She was going to make me moan very loudly. She began to tickle me as the person outside the door knocked again. I started to giggle and then buried my face between her firm breasts. I kissed her chest lightly as we both started to laugh like idiots. It was so hot to make out with my professor while someone was knocking on the door. Hiding like this made my heart pound and my body sweat. ???I have to teach a class tonight,??? she whispered regretfully. ???Aww,??? I whined. I didn’t want to leave her. She held me around my waist and lovingly stroked my hair back. ???Are you free tonight???? She asked. ???Yes, of course,??? I said, rubbing my hands down her hourglass shape. She let go of me and took a set of keys from her purse. I straightened myself out somewhat and began to look at the artwork in her office. She had lots of pictures of semi-naked women, I felt special to be her lover. I looked at Miss Morgan’s breasts bounce as she pulled two keys off of her keyring. She took my hand and placed them on my palm. I bit my lip and grinned at her as she closed my fingers around her keys. ???These are my keys, will you wait in my apartment for me???? She asked hopefully. I held them in my hand tightly, getting even wetter as I thought about another night with Miss Morgan. ???Yes, I’ll wait for you Miss Morgan,??? I answered obediently. She smiled the submissiveness in my voice. I knew this aroused her tremendously. I could smell the scent of her sex as she game me one last kiss. I put my hand in her short black haircut, feeling incredible warmth as our bodies melted together. I left her office while she prepared for her night class. I noticed a girl sitting by her door who almost jumped up when I stepped out from the door. She was starting at me with a wide-eyed look, I feared she was the one was knocking earlier. I held my head down and skipped by her as fast as possible, my heart pounding against my chest. I started to giggle when I got further away from her, feeling excited about being caught. I raced home and grabbed a pair of running shorts and clean underwear. I drove to Miss Morgan’s apartment building, thanking God that my car started. My body buzzed as I let myself into her apartment. I spent some time observing the framed photographs of artistically naked women. The subjects were holding their breasts or had their long hair concealing their nipples. The whole lesbian lifestyle intrigued me, I didn’t know anyone else who had pictures like these hanging on their walls. I danced around her apartment, eagerly awaiting her arrival. I snooped around in her bedroom, wondering what to do with myself. All of her toy’s from before were there. Miss Morgan was super kinky. She talked a lot about the nature of power and the struggle of women in her classes, yet she had collars and whips that were made for willing women into submission. I desperately wanted her to make me her pet again. I wished she would collar me and use her toys on me to give me that magical orgasm. I ended up taking a cold shower while I waited anxiously for dominant lover. I pictured her sitting in her class, lecturing the students at that moment. Her skirt would be stretched around her strong thighs, the boys and girls all wishing they could experience her love. I imagined her velvety insides were gushing as she thought about me waiting in her apartment. I groped my breasts under the splash of cold water as I fantasized about her. I put on my clean panties and my running shorts after my shower. I wanted to look cute for my professor so I fixed my hair into a ponytail and got into her makeup. I used a little of her blush and mascara so I could surprise her when she came home. I liked the idea of putting a smile on her face, so I rummaged around for something to light her candles with. I found a lighter and began to light the many scented candles she had around her apartment. I dimmed the lights real low to give the places a very romantic feel. I was sitting on her couch staring at the clock when she knocked on the door. I jumped up to let her inside. Her deep brown eyes lit up when she saw me and all the candles. I was elated to see her smile like she did. ???You look great, wow,??? she said, walking inside after a long day of teaching. ???I was bored waiting for you,??? I grinned. ???Well, this is nice. I should clean up a little,??? she said. We kissed and then I let her fix herself up. I went into her bedroom and laid back on her comfy bed. My body ached for her. It was not going to take much to push me over the edge. She came into her bedroom in just a soft robe. She knotted the front of it and sat down beside me. I sat up and started to rub her back. I rested my other hand on hers and felt her breathing deeply as I massaged her lower back. She took my hands and stopped me for a moment. I trembled as she stripped my shirt off of me. She cupped my bare breasts, tugging at my nipples with her delicate fingers. ???Do you want to be my pet again tonight???? She asked teasingly. ???Yes I would Miss Morgan,??? I replied submissively. ???Good. Go get your collar pet,??? she commanded and touched her finger to my nose. She gave my butt a good hard spank as I got up to retrieve my collar. I put it around my neck as she watched me with those beautiful dark eyes. She brushed her wet hair back and lured me over to her. ???You are so precious,??? she moaned. She took the leash into her hand and gave it a sharp tug. It felt incredible being on a leash. I felt a little guilty demanding all her attention after she just got out of work, but I ached for her. ???On the bed pet,??? she commanded in that strong lecturing voice of hers. ???Yes Miss Morgan,??? I whimpered playfully as I crawled onto her bed and rested on my knees. My chest rose and fell rapidly as she carefully tied the leash to the bed frame. She stood up and undid her robe. My lust-filled eyes were drawn to her smooth body, lit up by the light of the candles. The candles created beautiful shadows on her body, not unlike the women in her photographs. She dropped her robe to the floor and smiled at me. Her furry pussy glistened in the light as she knelled on the bed. I put my arms around her waist and hungrily attached my lips to her breast. I swirled my tongue around her hardening nipples, sucking on the swollen little button. Her fingers gracefully brushed my hair behind my ears while I squeezed her waist and sucked on her breast. ???Erm,??? I moaned, taking her other nipple into my warm mouth. I made it wet with my saliva, licking my coarse tongue over the soft fleshy point. I pressed my fingers into her back as I took her nipple into my mouth. ???Oh, my precious little pet,??? she gasped. She placed her feminine hands on the sides of my head and pulled me from her chest. I sighed, feeling her exercise her power over me. The collar around my neck intensified my trembling. I felt shivers deep inside me, exciting my arousal. ???Here,??? She demanded, as she took my hand and placed it over her stomach. I looked in her eyes as she shuddered. I pushed my hand over her warm pussy, squeezing it tightly. I stroked my fingers up and down the wet folds of her labia, tickling her clit as she stared at me with burning eyes. She squeezed my wrist and guided my hand around her. She gazed at me as if teaching me how to pleasure her. I became conscious of how I touched her, carefully remembering sensitive spots that made her quiver. I touched them again and again, rubbing her clit as she bit her lip. I separate her flesh and poked my finger into her. She patted my hand and pulled my wrist until my finger penetrated her deeply. She squeezed her fingers around my hand as I wiggled my finger inside of her, using my thumb to tease her little button. ???Oh Kim,??? She whined. She held my hand as I used two fingers to touch her deeply. I spread them apart in her velvet tunnel, making her shudder more and more. She was squirming as I twirled my fingers around inside her, rubbing her clit wildly. ???Oh yes, right there,??? she gasped. I penetrated her wet hole, spreading my fingers apart wider. She thrust her hand down and started to rub her clit with me. I scooted closer to her, kissing her breast. She was heaving, this encouraged me to wiggle my fingers faster, trying to find that sensitive spot that would send her over the edge. She pushed my head to her breast as I sucked her swollen nipple. I nibbled it lightly, feeling her squirm about. Her juices coated my hand as I rolled my fingers around in her until, together, we brought her to orgasm. ???Oh,??? she moaned. I was very pleased with myself, working my fingers around her as she pushed my head between her breasts. ???Very good pet, Very good,??? she sighed. She pulled my fingers from her and kissed my lips. I felt her full lips cover mine and her warm tongue poking in my mouth. The enclosure of the collar and the tension of the leash reminded me I was her captive. I felt a responsibility to make her orgasm. She glowed as she stood up and went to her closet. I stared at her firm butt as she bent down to look for something. She had such elegant curves to her body, all of them emphasizing that crucial spot between her legs. I couldn’t take my eyes from her. She stood up with two pairs of furry handcuffs. They were padded with faux fur and destined for my wrists. My heart pounded as she approached me with those devices. ???Put your hands on the frame pet,??? she commanded. ???Yes Miss Morgan,??? I whimpered. I balanced myself on her bed, placing my hands on her bed frame. This made my insides gush and my nipples get very sensitive. She leaned over me and put her arms around me. I trembled at the sound of the handcuffs being locked around the frame. Her breasts pushed against my side as she took my hand and moved it towards one end of the bed frame. I grasped the wood as she locked the handcuff around my wrist. I could feel her hard nipples scraping across my back as she took my other hand and forced it to the opposite side of the frame. Her scent drifted in my nose, driving me wild. I felt incredibly vulnerable and hot as she locked my other wrist to the bed frame. I held onto the wood to keep my balance, giving my body submissively to Miss Morgan. ???Can you hold this position for awhile???? She asked sternly. ???Yes, I think so,??? I gasped. My pussy ached. A fire burned in me that I had never felt before as she rubbed my bare back. She slid her hands down to my breasts and tweaked my nippled around. ???Ooooh God,??? I whined. I scooted my knees back to keep my balance. She tugged my nipples as I sit there helplessly. She was teaching me real pleasure, pleasure that I only dreamed about. I eagerly submitted myself to her, knowing she would give me a mind blowing orgasm. She groped my breasts, creating a wetness in me that soaked my panties. ???Oh my God yes,??? I groaned. She laughed a bit and sat up. I felt her grab my shorts and tug them down. I scooted my knees back so she could strip my shorts and panties from my legs. She grabbed my foot to get them off, making me shudder. She tossed my clothes on the floor and gave my bare butt a good smack. She laughed when I moaned. I was anxious for her. Then she got up and opened the nightstand next to me. From it, she took out a kind of dildo. It was a rubbery thing attached to a pair of panties and a couple of straps. My eyes grew wide as I looked at the strap on. I’d never seen one before but I knew exactly what it was. I was anxious for her to fill me with it, to penetrate my sex with her fake erection. ???You like this, don’t you Kim???? She said as she began to put her toy on. ???Oh Miss Morgan,??? I groaned, as I scooted my knees back. I lifted my hips up submissively, preparing myself for the delightful penetration. She got closer, I felt the rubbery cock poke the back of my leg. I lifted my pussy higher for her. She laughed at my eagerness. I spread my legs apart as I felt her fingers spread my flesh apart. She gave a shove and forced the dildo inside my tight ring. ???Ahh!??? I screamed. She placed her hands on my waist and snaked the phallus in and out of my tunnel. I gripped the bed frame, feeling intense waves of pleasure ripple throughout my body. She squeezed her fingers around me, pulling my body back until I was impaled on her strap on. She exercised the sensitive muscles within me, pulling and pushing the thick cock from my openness. I felt my insides being separated deeply. ???Oh God! Ummmm!??? I squealed. Her strong hands gripped my waist like handles, using me as a balance so she could penetrate me over and over. Each thrust of her dildo tickled sensitive spots in me. It glided through my velvety insides, making me feel one with her. She held the rubbery thickness in me and slipped her hands underneath me. ???Augh!??? I screamed, feeling her fingers buzz my clit. She rubbed it and began to slowly push in and out. I went over the edge, feeling my body shudder in intense pleasure. She swirled her fingers around my button lightning fast. Her strap on stretching me deeply, massaging my sensitive muscles. She was driving me wild, bringing me over the edge and then some. ???Oh my God, yes! Yes!??? I yelled. She wouldn’t let up. I felt waves of pleasure crashing over me as I squeezed my pussy around the rubbery phallus. She was making my eye water. Finally she put her hands on my butt as slowly tugs the strap on from my depths. I squealed, feeling submissive love for Miss Morgan. I loved her for making me cum like she did. ???Whew, you’re a loud little pet,??? She laughed as she stroked my hair back. I smiled and struggled to catch my breath. My pussy dripped sweet wetness. I no longer ached with desire. She leaned down and pushed my thighs apart. I squirmed, sensitive to her warm breath on me. She kissed my wet pussy, planting lots of tender kisses. She lapped the wetness from me with her tongue, making me shudder from within. I was still coming down from the intense orgasm as she sucked on my pussy and squeezed my thighs. ???Oh Miss Morgan,??? I whimpered. She laughed at my utterances and then gracefully removed my handcuffs. She unsnapped the leash from my collar. I looked at the objects that bound me, in awe of how much they intensified our love making. She left the collar around my neck as she took my head in her hands. Her sexy lips planted firmly on mine. We darted our tongues in each other’s mouths, our hands grabbed at the naked flesh of our opposite. I spooned with her that night, the collar around my neck reminding me I was hers.
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2008-Mar-31 - Here We Go Again!
It's never a dull day when this nymph is in it. Dafney really knows how to get you going and she always leaves you wanting more. This time she's not wasting any time getting out of her leopard camisole and red g-string. Watch her as she bends over to show you her tight toosh and her shaven clam and this time she brought a little toy…this is going to get interesting.
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2008-Mar-30 - Get fucked in 69 position
These buddies were just chatting when their attraction for each other got the better of them. Out of the clothes they came and Sulik was down between Efim's knees and sucking his cock. They broke out a couple of toys and fucked each other in the ass in the 69 position. Sulik straddled Efim's chest and blew his load all over his face.
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2008-Mar-30 - Pud Pullin - Asian Hottie Giving A Messy Handjob
Asian Hottie Giving Her Boyfriend A Handjob
A lot of the girls featured at Pud Pullin, I've personally received handjobs from them. However, this Asian hottie, I can't claim that title yet. Her boyfriend definitely might have something to say about that. I don't blame him, it looks like she gives some amazing handjobs. Check out these photos of her in action, stroking his cock lucky cock. She starts by rubbing her hands against his jeans, feeling his dick start get hard even before she's unzipped his jeans. She makes him one hundred percent rock hard when she pulls his cock out of his jeans. She tugs on it with her soft hands. She's gentle at first, but her grip grows tighter as she slides her hands up and down his cock quicker and quicker. With a little help from her wet lips, it doesn't take her long to get him off. And he rewards her for all her hard work by covering her boobs with his cum!
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2008-Mar-30 - The Incubus
Tossing and turning, Page Barlow tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable sleeping position. She rolled over on her side, only to see the dim red numbers on her bedside clock show that it was now three thirty in the morning. She groaned and said out loud, “Good grief, I have to get up in just three hours, I just gotta get some sleep!” In another fifteen minutes or so, sleep over took her tired body, but it was far from fitful. She tossed and turned, slipping in and out of unconsciousness, caught in that nether world between sleep and awake. As the clock ticked towards five o’clock, something very strange began happening to Page’s body. Her vagina became very wet, totally aroused and ready for intercourse. She was vaguely aware that something sexual was overtaking her, but she was powerless to stop it. Slowly her whole body was enveloped by this “force”, this sexual presence that seemed to fill her very existence. She trembled as it rushed through her, making every pore of he skin seem like a mini vagina. She was exuding sexuality in a way she had never felt before!!! Although not conscious, she was aware of everything that happening to her, that feeling that her entire being was a huge sex organ. Then it hit her, she felt something or someone inside of her driving her to the most massive orgasm she had ever felt in her young life! She screamed in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her, ripping away her modest mid western demeanor in the process. And then, just as quickly as it started, it was over! Limp as an old dish rag, with sweat popping out all over her, she awoke, barley able to move, all of her energy sapped by some strange force.
She fell back into a deep sleep, not even hearing the alarm clock’s loud buzz, as she slept straight through until noon. When she finally came to, she struggled into the bathroom, getting under a cold shower, trying to regain her senses. Still weak as a kitten, she called the office and told them that she wouldn’t be in due to illness, and then went to the kitchen to get something to eat. “My god,” she thought, “what the hell happened to me last night!” Although her sex life wasn’t exactly on fire at the moment, she had enough orgasms through regular sex, as well as masturbation. She had heard, of course, about wet dreams, but she thought that that was a male thing, at least ways until now! But there was no mistaking it, she had had an orgasm in her sleep! “Well,” she opined to herself, “no harm in that I guess,” and then commenced cleaning up her lunch dishes. Finally feeling more like herself, she went out and ran a few errands, soon forgetting about her experience from the night before.
The next morning she was off to work early, knowing she had a lot to make up because of yesterday’s absence. She hopped on the bus and took a seat about halfway back from the driver. Still a little tired, she kept nodding off, being jolted back awake by the jerking motion of the bus. It was during one of the moments when she was just about under, when it started happening again. She could feel it in her vagina! Trying to stop it, she struggled to open her eyes, but to no avail. It was almost like seeing an accident in slow motion, you think you can stop it, but it just seems to be a little out of your reach. Again her whole being was being swept along by a mystical force, far more powerful than she was capable of resisting. Her vagina was leaking juice, making her crack drip onto her lace panties, making them damp with the aroma of fresh sex. Her breathing became shallow as her body responded to the excitement that coursed through her. While she had never had any problem cumming, her body was now an instrument of sexual desire! She could feel this tremendous orgasm welling up inside of her, no human being had ever made her feel so female! What ever was causing her to cum, was also making her feel like the most sexually perfect woman on earth. At this very moment her mind and pussy were as one in the universe. She felt like the mother of all beings, it was impossible to describe, but she just knew that no other woman had ever been as fulfilled as she was right now! Something was in her vagina, making her lips and clitoris puff up like they had never done before. She felt so sexual, so like a pussy. She was the ultimate female, and she was being taken by an unknown force! Again, she screamed when her vagina was rocked by the most intense orgasm any female had ever experienced! When she finally opened her eyes, thirty five other passengers were staring at her, wondering what had caused this twenty five year old woman to have what appeared to be an intense sexual episode on a crowded city bus!!! She would have gotten off at the next stop, but as was the case yesterday morning, she couldn’t move a muscle. By the time the bus reached down town, she had just enough strength to wobble to the exit door and make it to the street. She hoped she could walk the remaining block to her office, but she really wasn’t sure that she could!!!
When she finally plopped down in her chair, she was still feeling the effects of her on bus orgasm. Several of her coworkers stopped by to see if she was okay. She merely nodded and told them that she was still a little weak from the flu and that she would be all right, not believing those words even as she spoke them! Twice in the last forty eight hours she had been racked by the most vicious orgasms she could possibly imagine, both having left her shaken and trembling! While she had always had a healthy attitude towards sex, there was something almost sinister about what was happening to her. As good as it had felt, there was an under current of malevolence surrounding the whole affair. The main problem was what was causing it, and what if anything could she do about it if she did find out what was going on! Page spent the rest of her day immersed in her work, trying not to dwell on whether it would happen again. The only thing she was sure of so far, was that in both cases she had been sleeping when she was over taken. “Oh great,” she thought, “all I have to do is never fall asleep again and everything will be all right!” At six pm sharp she left her office and headed for the bus stop, anxious to get home and take a hot bath and get to bed. She was mentally and physically fatigued, and her usually sharp mind had been dulled by the past days events. While standing by the bus stop, a rather odd thing occurred, that on any other day would have meant nothing to her. An old woman, a bag lady for lack of a nicer term, was approaching her on the sidewalk pushing a shopping cart. In a city the size of Chicago, this was not an uncommon event, so Page hardly paid any attention to her as she moved haltingly through the rush hour crowd. It wasn’t until she was almost on top of her that Page realized she was trying to make eye contact with her. When their eyes met, they locked together, making a cold shiver run down her spine. She tried to look away, but something held her in the gaze of the old woman, a feeling she had previously felt during her two episodes of the last two days. Closer and closer the old woman came, causing Page to feel that she might actually have a panic attack right there on La Salle Street! When they were but inches apart, the old woman whispered in a husky voice, “You are one of us now, in due course you will understand your place! Incubus!!!!” Just as quickly as she had appeared, the old woman was shuffling off down the street, glancing back at Page, again causing her to shiver at the mere sight of the old woman’s face. “Incubus,” Page thought, as she boarded her north bound bus, “I’ve never heard that word before, I wonder what it could mean?!?” “Probably nothing,” she reassured herself, “she was just an old woman, what the hell would she know!?!”
After a long hot soaking in the tub, Page felt immeasurably better. She ordered Chinese, watched a little TV, and leafed through a magazine, and called her best friend Caitlin, and made plans for a little shopping trip tomorrow afternoon. A relaxing weekend, that’s what she needed, and she was off to a good start! The droning sound from the TV, along with a glass of wine too many, and before she knew it, Page was sound asleep on the sofa. Almost immediately the same sinister force enveloped her! Her vagina, wet with sexual desire, her breathing becoming shallow, her pulse quickening as unbridled lust swept through her. She was only conscious that it was happening again, the only difference being that she didn’t try to fight it, instinctively knowing it was hopeless to do so. Again her body responded in a most female way, giving of herself to the on rushing orgasm! This time, however, she sensed more of a presence, of something making her feel like the mother of all things! What was it, what could it be!?! Her vaginal walls began to contract as the orgasm spread through her entire being. The climax ebbed, leaving Page a disheveled sweaty mess, her mind slowly clearing. There was no doubt about it now, these orgasms came only when she was sleeping! What on earth was the matter with her! My god, she just couldn’t keep on this way! The only odd thing that happened to her over the first few days was her encounter with that bag lady. “What was it she said,” thought Page, “incubus!?!” “What a funny sounding word, I wonder if it even is a word!!!” After such a sexual explosion, Page decided she needed another shower. Her body was damp with sweat, and her vagina dripping wet from the intense experience. After her shower, Page went to her dictionary hoping to find the meaning of the word “incubus”. What she found frightened her, but her common sense told her it was an impossibility! Her dictionary described an incubus as a demon who has sexual relations with sleeping women, the resulting offspring becoming witches, warlocks, or sorcerers. “No way,” she spoke out loud, “just fairy tales and folklore!!!” Even as she spoke, though, she had this terrible feeling that what the old woman had said was true. How could she have possibly known that Page was having nocturnal orgasms? Why were these orgasms so devastating? Why only when she was sleeping? So many questions, so few answers, an now it was time for bed. Page felt a feeling of helplessness come over her. She was almost sure that she would be assaulted again in her sleep, but her need for sleep was overpowering as well. Slowly she climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to her neck, and then waited. As usual, a person doesn’t even realize when they slip off to dreamland, and Page was no exception. She just drifted off, and was soon snoring quietly in regular breaths. This time she felt “him” enter her body through her vagina. Instantly she soaked her panties with secretions, her whole body becoming inflamed with lust. This time it seemed to be communicating directly with her, making it’s presence overtly known. It was as if it was telling her exactly what it was doing to her, and that she was going to take it and like it! By now, the fourth such occurrence, Page had become more accustomed to the intense sexual excitement that she was feeling. It was now becoming almost like a drug for her, nothing else compared to the feeling that the incubus could give her! She could feel his demonic passion filling her up, and she finally gladly relented, now almost begging “him” to take her as “his” own! Her vagina shook as the pleasure built to unbelievable heights! Her clitoris seemed to be as large as the universe, with the incubus wrapping itself around it, driving her to even greater sexual heights! When her orgasm erupted, her entire body was wracked by the most incredible feeling on the face of the earth, at that moment she knew she was “his”! This time he lingered in her body, almost as if to say you are mine forever!
When she was finally conscious, what the old woman had said to her made perfect sense. She was one of them now, and the incubus was her universe! She put her hands on her stomach and felt a presence in her womb. Something was growing inside of her, she wasn’t sure what, but she lay down again, and fell into a deep fitful sleep. If he entered her, that was fine, because she welcomed him now, if not, she had his seed growing inside of her. Either way, she was his, and would do his bidding forever!
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2008-Mar-30 - Chubby Brunette Amateur Fills Pussy
It is really hot when a girl shows you exactly how she pleases herself when there is no guy around to help her out. This exclusive amateur babe from HelenVolga.com not only fills her pretty little pussy with a thick double dong, but she puts it in her ass at the same time. This is a self DP! With nice full tits and a cute chubby body this girl will win your heart!
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2008-Mar-30 - Movie Gallery From Chocolate Sluts
 
Here is another horny little bitch that I could not resist. Damn she looked hot out there on the street and once I got the slut inside and on the bed she was even hotter than I thought. She was one helluva nasty little fuck and you should listen to her moan
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2008-Mar-25 - Movie Gallery From Toes Temptation
 
He needed her feet. Like a man lost in the desert needed water, he needed her toes in her mouth! What he didn't know is that she needed cock just as badly! So she got him off with her feet just so she could get him hard all over again and have more oral fun with his fuckpole!
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2008-Mar-25 - Jane Doe 30
Miss 31 was a scrumptious morsel….through our online conversations she had professed her fantasy for a stranger sneaking into her room, but additionally I had found out how much she liked to have someone go down on her.She had a nearly perfect body and I could not resist sampling her love juices…yummy..I left her a sample of my appreciation at the end also!!
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2008-Mar-25 - Movie Gallery From Pro Sluts
 
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2008-Mar-25 - Dad??s Tapes
Her dad didn’t even know that she knew about his cache of X-rated videos he had hidden on the top shelf of bed room closet. Danni had found them purely by accident when she was looking for an extra blanket last winter. What she found under the blanket, was a box filled with about twenty videos that had just about every type of sexual orientation you could imagine! When her folks were out, she would take one out and watch it, totally fascinated by the action on the screen. Being eighteen, she had heard of some of the things she saw, like the gay and lesbian stuff, but when it came to the transsexual tapes, well that was just TOO much!!! What she found that really turned her on was watching two women make love to each other, or a man with a very big penis getting it sucked. She had never done either one, but when ever she watched them, her little pussy would start to itch in the worst way! It was while watching these films that she really learned how to reach an orgasm. She came to the realization that she was very highly sexed, and required at least one climax a day to keep her pussy under control. Taking her best friend Amanda into her confidence, they both watched the shows together, masturbating while they did it. Amanda too had a very hungry young vagina that needed constant attention, so she was more than happy to watch along with Danni. So that they wouldn’t have to constantly sneak the tapes from her dad’s closet, Amanda brought over her VCR, and together they copied all of Danni’s dad’s tapes. This way they could watch them when ever they wanted to, at her place or Amanda’s.
Although Danni was more interested in watching the lesbian and bi scenes, Amanda was obviously a cock hound! Just the sight of a big pecker made her pussy damp, and automatically caused her hand to rub her little clit. Amanda had a very hairy pussy, and Danni was fascinated watching her friend’s fingers disappear in the jungle of brown fur. Danni on the other hand, was a natural blond, and had very light and thin pubic hair. What she did have, however, were lips that were extremely puffy. They always looked like they were in high state of sexual excitement, and her clit was always clearly visible at the top of her crack. When no one was around, they both would take off all their clothes and masturbate together. Both girls found that their nipples were very sensitive, and when the masturbated together, they both twisted and pulled on their ripe young nipples until they reached their orgasms. One day during a rather hot masturbating session, Danni asked Amanda if she could just taste one of her nipples. Amanda thought about it a second, and said, “Sure, go ahead and try it!” Danni lowered her head to Amanda’s full chest and took a hard nipple into her mouth. Amanda was shocked at how much nicer a mouth was than her own fingers! The nipple sucking caused Amanda to have her orgasm much quicker than usual, and much harder too! Afterwards, she returned the favor, and sucked on Danni’s chest. Both girls agreed that nipple sucking was the only way to go. From then on, they would take turns nursing each other during their masturbatory sessions together.
One day while watching two lesbians sucking each other’s vaginas, Danni again had the idea of trying it for themselves. Again, Amanda agreed to try it, and Danni proceeded to bury her face in her friends wild hair pie. This time Amanda came in a matter of seconds! Having seen this done a hundred times on tape, Danni knew exactly what to do to Amanda’s clit. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed sucking on her friend’s pussy! It tasted a little bitter, but the aroma was overpoweringly sensual, and Danni’s own clit burned when her mouth was orally satisfying Amanda. When she pulled away from Amanda’s vagina, the first thing she said was, “Do me now!” Quickly laying back with her legs spread wide, Danni pushed her wet pussy towards her friend as if to be begging for a good suck off. Amanda slowly lowered her mouth to Danni’s slit, and gingerly licked the outer lips, trying to get a feel for how to best go about sucking and licking her friends pussy. When she finally settled in on her clit, Danni arched her back and exploded into Amanda’s mouth! Never before had she experienced that powerful of an orgasm in her life! Her little pussy throbbed as it tried to relax after the brutally hard orgasm that had just ripped through it. Both girls agreed that being sucked off was much better than using your finger!
Although Amanda loved the girl to girl sex she was having with Danni, what she really craved was a large penis in her vagina. Every time they watched movies that had men with huge erections, Amanda felt an emptiness inside that no amount of oral sex could fill. She already knew that when she got herself a boy friend that he would have to have a very large penis! She wondered what it feel like to have a man push himself inside of her, driving his penis deep, filling her up. She always seemed to have this feeling of needing to be filled, she couldn’t help it, that was just the way her vagina was, always hungry for a large penis! Amanda borrowed one of Danni’s tapes, and took it home to watch in private. She was fingering her slit as she watched a man with a nine inch cock first get sucked and then fuck a blonde with very big tits. Seeing the blonde being impaled by that monster made Amanda try to shove all of her fingers into her crack. Growing more and more frustrated, she noticed the large candle on her night stand, and wondered if that could be substituted for a penis? Picking it up, she also wondered how she could possibly get this candle into her tight vagina. Taking some of the juice from her cunt, she rubbed it all over the base and shaft of the thick candle. Using one hand to hold open her lips as far as possible, she slowly pushed the end of the candle into her hole. Being almost two inches in diameter, it was a very tight fit indeed! Once she got it past the opening, and in about and inch, she just sat still for a few minutes, trying to relax her vaginal muscles. Slowly but surely the shaft of the candle began to disappear into her hole. When it was about half way in, she had her first orgasm caused by a hard object in her vagina. When all eight inches were almost in, Amanda slowly pulled it back out, and then began repeating the process, only faster the next time. Soon she was actually fucking her helpless pussy with the giant candle, and driving herself to a string of incredibly hard climaxes! When she was done cumming, she kept the candle deep in her vagina, savoring the feeling of fullness that she so craved. At least for now, she had a way of satisfying that very female urge of being filled up.
Now when both girls were together, they sometimes sucked each other off, or used candles to fuck their tight little pussies. Without her father’s tapes, neither Danni or Amanda would have ever learned about sex in such a safe and controlled way.
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